Day Whatever of Social Isolation:
Maybe I’m an ambivert, rather than an introvert. Work is my social time. I’ve told you time and again about the interesting people I meet. I miss them, terribly. Goodness, what a life I’ve been blessed to live.
I’m trying to approach this particular time with grace. I’m grateful I learned to tolerate, and even like my own company, prior to the plague of 2020. Not particularly interesting, I can be fun. And funny. Because I’m whacked. Kinda. Maybe.
(If you know you’re whacked are you really whacked? Self-awareness should count for something, right?) 🤔
Grace and elegance, I love the concept, as I rip off my bra and sling it across the room.
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